Panty And Stocking Novels & Stories

The skirt clung to her buttocks and swept curvaceously down to the hemline; six inches above her knees, just low enough for her to wear the opaque black hold up stockings that her mother had suggested to her. Fiona had explained that she always wore stockings and suspenders because it made her feel alluring, and in control of every situation. She persuaded Annabelle to try hold up stocking and see how she got on with them. "They're lovely mother, very comfortable, and I feel a little bit horny in them."

She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Next came the skirt. She unzipped it at the side and slid it down her hips, revealing matching black lace panties already darkened with her wetness, the garter belt holding up her sheer stockings, and her heels. Charlie’s eyes devoured her. His cock throbbed visibly in his trousers as he watched. “Bra and panties too,” he said, palming himself slowly through his pants. “Leave the stockings and heels on.”